I know you are a fertile one, Miss.
Trust me on this: you don’t want my seed inside you without being wise first unless you plan on sharing forever with me. For I have swimmers. The kind that will make Michael Phelps look like he is dog paddling.
But I still have to cum inside you, Miss. I must. I feel connected to you on a completely different level when I do.
It is exactly what I need.
I know you need this too.
Truly need it.
You want to walk around all day and feel me inside of you Miss, don’t you? Remembering, every so often as you walk, one leg crossing over the other, no panties in your sundress, worried that you may leak out our evidence, all while excited that you know that I am still inside of you.
That a part of me. A part of us. A part of our moments earlier is sitting up inside your delicate little ass.
That you sit down, and you wonder, just for a split second, if your dress stays pressed to your sexy little ass.
These thoughts make you giggle all day long as you walk around in your memory of earlier when I had you bent over, your hair in my hands, thrusting my hard cock in your well-lubed tight little ass.
That hurt that hit you in the beginning as my thick head pressed into you. Then it eventually became an amazing feeling, as I gave you my all and you begged me for it harder when you never even knew you had it in you to scream the words “fuck my ass harder.”
You giggle when you remember it. When my cum reminds you when you least expect it.